Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting.

[Sorry, must’ve been a brain fart.

was speechless, […]

this and nobody knew him?

[If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a heads up.

phone aside and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost alien to her, making for a challenging read.

the pages with

adage “learning never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and

double down

cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep,

good

her alarm when a new message popped up

asked. [Lia, why are you asking

for a moment before replying with the

way. Is he

replied, [Yes, do you

before sending back a cryptic

distance? They hadn’t

stay away

poetic about love, just as Lorna

could decide, Louie replied,

a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die”

Louie went silent.

but still

Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about

knew. He

have called him immediately,

single

set the phone down, dried her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it rang, the sharp

What could he want at this late

familiar voice, more velvety

the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally speaking. “What’s up?”

he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night air.